Wooden boards creaking
Footsteps that are not my own
Walking on the floor
Wooden boards creaking
Footsteps that are not my own
Walking on the floor
Bleak cold grey headstones
Fresh light of dawn breaks on them
One grave is empty
In the darkened room
Nightlight protects the children
From monsters unseen
Deadly shape shifter
I hear your howls at the moon
Tonight it all ends
†
I fear no silver
You cannot defeat me now
In my beastly form
†
Claws slash, rip, tear flesh
Hunter and creature battle
A gun blast echoes
†
A month of days pass
Fever, chills, tormented soul
Full moon on the rise
Standing in shadows
Vampire watching his victim
Lusting for rich blood
Riding a broomstick
Black dress flapping in the wind
Cackling as she flies
The spirit drifts – moves
Transparent nighttime motion
While the world slumbers

(pen and ink provided by my wife)
Locked away inside
Something lurks in the darkness
Waiting to return